He is in you, he is in me,
his diktates are inescapable,
has raised vices to highest seat of sacred romanticism,
With power, with valour, he has wielded,
it remain mixed inextricably,
He says drink and all other good things will ensue,
My indignity is at its nadir,
He is listening everything, I think, say and write
and preempts all of mine,
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